poet Dorothy Parker

Dorothy Parker

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A Portrait

Because my love is quick to come and go-
A little here, and then a little there-
What use are any words of mine to swear
My heart is stubborn, and my spirit slow
Of weathering the drip and drive of woe?
What is my oath, when you have but to bare
My little, easy loves; and I can dare
Only to shrug, and answer, "They are so"?

You do not know how heavy a heart it is
That hangs about my neck- a clumsy stone
Cut with a birth, a death, a bridal-day.
Each time I love, I find it still my own,
Who take it, now to that lad, now to this,
Seeking to give the wretched thing away.

Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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  • Marieta MaglasMarieta Maglas (2/28/2018 4:39:00 PM)

    What use are any words of mine to swear
    My heart is stubborn, and my spirit slow- beautifully written poem -voted 10

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  • Susan WilliamsSusan Williams (2/28/2018 4:39:00 PM)

    I would give this a 10 rating but the voting booth appears closed...again. Sigh. Dorothy sounds a bit in need of encouragement today

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  • Susan WilliamsSusan Williams (2/28/2018 4:37:00 PM)

    Gee, this is about as mellow as Dorothy Parker gets! Her acerbic tongue is half sheathed. I like her- she has a certain style with which she serves her bitters.

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  • Edward Kofi LouisEdward Kofi Louis (2/28/2018 2:54:00 PM)

    Here and there! ! Thanks for sharing.

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  • Rajnish MangaRajnish Manga (2/28/2018 11:17:00 AM)

    True love demands a long term commitment, otherwise, it has no worth.
    Thanks for sharing the sonnet, Dorothy.

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  • Geeta Radhakrishna MenonGeeta Radhakrishna Menon (2/28/2018 10:36:00 AM)

    Love is quick to come and go.
    Dorothy Parker's deep and intense poem portraying a stubborn heart
    seeking to give the wretched thing away.

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  • Nudershada CabanesNudershada Cabanes (2/28/2018 10:14:00 AM)

    Love can be a burden when it is heavy on the heart from the wear and tear it goes through from loving every now and then.

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  • Seamus O BrianSeamus O Brian (2/28/2018 8:27:00 AM)

    Was not overly moved by the first stanza, but the work comes into its own with the power of the imagery of the second stanza. Fascinating visual of the heart as a stone whose facets are cut by the experiences of life. The last few lines raise this piece into the realm of the memorable.

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  • Kumarmani MahakulKumarmani Mahakul (2/28/2018 6:15:00 AM)

    Touching inscription has been made. Beautiful poem.

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  • Paul BrookesPaul Brookes (2/28/2018 2:39:00 AM)

    Parker at her best worth the reading again and again Great write

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  • Bernard F. AsuncionBernard F. Asuncion (2/28/2018 1:49:00 AM)

    Such a great poem by Dorothy Parker👍👍👍

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  • Richard Wlodarski (2/28/2018 1:27:00 AM)

    Such a burdened heart! Shared through such exquisite poetry!

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  • Muzahidul RezaMuzahidul Reza (2/28/2018 12:17:00 AM)

    Well portrait penned, nice to read, ........

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  • Kentucky Refugee (2/28/2008 11:37:00 PM)

    What a powerful, sad poem.

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